Zheng Jinlong trembled uncontrollably under the tangible murderous intent emanating from Zheng Ming, regretting having spoken rashly without considering that Zheng Ming might overhear him.
"I...I...didn't say anything!"
Brother Jin exchanged a glance with his siblings before he spoke up, "Young Master, Zheng Jinlong didn't say anything. Let it be."
Zheng Ming, watching the behavior of Zheng Jin and the others, felt his anger rising. He brandished the riding crop in his hand and lashed out furiously at Zheng Jinlong.
"Zheng Jinlong, let me make it clear to you, Zheng Jin and the rest were never your family's servants. When they charged into battle at Far Camel Mountain, they paid off everything they owed your family with their lives."
"Now, they are my brothers, my comrades-in-arms, and anyone who insults them insults me, Zheng Ming!"